Whatever 9. Por Ecuadoor.

Ecuadoor? Because of door, eh? Just swung the brush without explaining what’s going on here? That can only be the work of: Rocket & Wink.

In the previous Whatever, colleague Fluff-head and comrade Tin-brain threw such a long wrench into the infinity of time that a completely smug scientist let out the outerspacey term “spaghettisation”. Did they now happen to find a door through gravity in South America? Possibly.

But first the bad news. They are still missing in action. Maybe they are composing an overture with notes of odour. Maybe Mr Wink is looking for his bath towel. Maybe a shiver of gold is slowly going down their spines. Who knows? It’s a mystery, which makes it all the more interesting.

And because we are interesting in this moment: there are dico-, uh, documents from way back when. The space in time between shortly showing up and being gone again. With a portion of craziness in their suitcases, briefly patting out the stardust from more or less elastic trousers, Dr Rocketson and Mr Wink landed at some point in the land of bananas. Or was it the land of volcanos? Popped popcorn? Lamas? Tree tomatoes? Over-sized ponchos? When an intellectually broad person puts all of these delightful attributes into a cement mixer and stirs it around quite often without taking a peek inside, the result, and thus the destination of this journey HmmmHiiisHogwashSpitSlobberFlapflapflap. Or put in a way that no one understands: ECUADOOR.